"Hey, Mom. This is Snudge."
"Hey, Snudge."
It cracks me up that he always identifies himself to me. While the proud parent in me loves his beautiful phone etiquette, I always find it comical. How could I not know who's ringing me from miles across the globe.
Snudge is in Tokyo with his Dad and he really, really, really wants a PS3.
He likes to remind me about it, in case I might have forgotten somehow, so weekly we talk and he updates his wish list, which includes among other things, the PS3.
Ostensibly, he's calling because he misses his ever-loving Mommy. I know he does! I have no doubt when he asks me if I've googled information for him about the new Namco Bandai Naruto Ultimate Ninja Storm for the PS3. Or if I've found out when the movie Star Wars Clone Wars is being released internationally.
And, oh by the way, he was starting to play a PC game when he thought it might not be appropriate, so navigated away from the site: click, click.
My son is either going to be a wildly successful negotiator, maybe a litigator, a lobbyist perhaps, or he's going to be a video game developer. It's a toss-up. He's been creatively negotiating (doggedly, I might add) since he could form complete sentences. And when his nose isn't stuck in a copy of PC Informer, he's doodling fantasy characters to rule the world.
The funniest thing he ever said to me (and quite possibly truest) is that he wants to rule the world when he grows up. Who am I to stand in his way?
"I love you, Mommy."
"I love you, too, Snudge."
